Redemption Poem by Pijush Biswas

The world spins 'mong shameful altercations
But better be neutral 'mong the visions
Happy love those are loved happily
And gone through sweetest buds expos'd willy
Love that gaunts in cold wind 'er seen later
Comparing loathes, weighy heart make come tear
This village is so far duplicate in
Laser 'tween all but seems not much as sheen
Somewhere indignant pulses lift the veins
Somewhere many-folded wears suit not lens
To some of end of love ensures itself,
Love, pretty love, -whosefore they're elves
Goeth all those, they indeed crav'd for names
That last only but sizzling bloods shades' games
High as well as walls, brittle in moments
And numberless in pieces by the blends
Quavering, toss'd, after laugh'd by many
Sheething enterprises of canopy;
At least, more, as I mere fit in a moan
That these in shotful grammar always groan
Is he, but she, were so as to do wrong
Where Leela won't get promises inthrong,
Much she did and was suit situation
'Mong which both might have got a proportion
Lost letters were so foul to be their lives
Best luck n'er cheats so well; Plenty of dives,
Those sprang upin restricted them so much
Not look'in some, or look'in some well touch.




Place: Srirampur, Nadia
13/10/2017